Growing up in SE Georgia, snow wasn’t something we saw very often, especially as far south as we lived (about an hour from the Georgia/Florida line). I guess that’s where my fascination with the white stuff started because it’s like they say, you want what you can’t have. When we moved to Calgary and I actually had to drive in it the first few times, my love affair with it slowly began to die. It was only after moving to Newfoundland late last year that “we” rekindled our relationship, which is slowly turning to a love-hate kind of thing.

We’ve had 3 really nice days in the last few weeks, where the sun actually made an appearance and the cold wind didn’t send me running back inside where it’s warm. We’ve had a few Winter storms in those few weeks as well, though I actually didn’t know we were under the Winter storm warnings because I just assumed this kind of weather (heavy snow and wind) was just normal around these parts. What do I know? Most of the snow I actually saw growing up was nestled on top of a cone. It’s currently impossible to walk in our front yard. Well, I guess you could but then you’d be scooping snow out of your britches (gasp, did I really type that word?). I must admit though, it’s absolutely beautiful when it falls and it makes for beautiful scenery. I just wish there wasn’t so much of it on the ground, so that I could actually venture out into the woods or down onto the rocky beach. Sadly I don’t think I’ll be having that wish granted anytime soon.

I started off doing that whole Project365 thing but because I can’t always get outdoors and there’s not much indoors that I find interesting, I’ve sort of slacked off. I do take a lot of pictures though, several days a week.

Fun times..